Unexpected Love

A/N: I am so sorry. I did not realize until Chapter 8 that like three of my chapters came out wrong and way too short. Please go back and read those chapters again. There are important things in them to help with the story. I will try to be more careful as I finish this up. Once again I am so sorry to my readers for messing those chapters up. Thanks again for the reviews. I really appreciate them. Even more now that I know you liked the story even when most of three or four chapters were missing. Lol. Also, feel free to E-mail me. They go directly to my cell so I get them instantly. No waiting around forever on me to respond. E-mail is shown on my profile. It’s the one listed under MSN. Enjoy.
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Tifa awoke the next morning, bolting up right out of bed and running to the bathroom. She hugged the toilet while heaving. Vincent tensed as he felt Tifa jump out of bed. He hadn’t been expecting her to bolt out bed as if she had been struck by lightening. He sat up and shook his head while grabbing her glass and going to refill it.

Tifa came out the bathroom after about thirty minutes to find Vincent dressed and sitting on the bed. In his hands were her glass of water and the bottle of pills. She took the glass and downed half of it before taking the pills from him.

“Thank you.” She took her pills and sat down on in Vincent’s lap.

“You are very welcome.” His arms came around her waist. “Are you sure you’re up to going to Seventh Heaven tonight?”

“I have too. I have to go back to work. And Marlene and Denzel haven’t seen me in almost four weeks now.”

“Then get dressed and I’ll take you.” He nodded while tapping her leg lightly.

Tifa stood from Vincent’s lap, reluctantly, and turned to him. Pressing her lips to his gently, she eased him back on to the bed before climbing on top of him. Vincent groaned low in his throat as Tifa straddled him, her mouth now trailing hot kisses along his jaw line. He gripped her hips, slipping two fingers of each hand into the waist of the soft material that served as her panties.

A shiver rolled down Tifa’s spine as she felt Vincent’s bare flesh against her hips. Taking the tender flesh above his collar bone into her mouth, she bit down forcefully. The flat of her teeth pressing further into his flesh until they almost broke the skin. Vincent’s back arched as his grip on her waist tightened, another deeper groan escaping his parted lips.

Tifa didn’t pull back from his neck until she felt the skin give way and got a taste of his blood. At the same time, Vincent’s nail pressed firmly into the flesh of her hips, drawing her own blood. She pulled back and moaned loudly as she rocked her hips to rub herself against him.

The thin material of her panties showing her just how aroused she had made him and serving to drive her more crazy. She wanted this man beneath her like she had never wanted in anything in her life.

Tifa crushed her lips against Vincent’s again while her hands moved to unbutton his pants. Vincent pulled at the fabric of her panties, the thin material ripping easily, while he nipped gently at Tifa’s bottom lip. It wasn’t until last week when he had accidentally cut her with his left claw that they learned she liked pain mixed with sex.

Tifa lifted off him slightly, pulling the useless fabric from between them and tossing it aside before reaching into his undone pants and freeing his throbbing erection. She looked down the line of his body, slowly inching herself down on to him. She gasped but didn’t look away as the very tip of him eased inside her. Vincent lifted his head and watched as she slid herself down on him. He knew she liked watching him enter her, and he enjoyed it just as much. Finally, after an agonizing amount of time, she had taken him in as much as she could. She settled herself on him, reveling in the he felt inside her.

As she started thrusting against him slowly, Vincent sat up and took her right nipple into his mouth while his right hand plucked and pulled at her left nipple. It didn’t take her long before she was crying out above him, thrusting against him forcefully while raking her hands down his chest. The buttons of his shirt gave way under her hands attention and she wasted no time, raking her nails along that pale flesh. Small red welts popped up, a reminder that she was no light touch female.

Vincent had to fight his body for control as her body tightened around him, threatening to squeeze his own release from him. He kept thrusting into her as she screamed his name in orgasmic bliss. Once she stopped writhing above him, he rolled over, placing her beneath him but never once did he stop thrusting into her.

Her legs tightened around his waist, as he brought his right hand up to close around her throat. The action sending Tifa spiraling towards another orgasm. Vincent’s thrust were relentless inside her while his hand squeezed tighter around her throat, almost preventing her from breathing. She gripped his arm, pulling so that the pressure around her throat was greater, her nails digging into the flesh to cause small half moon cuts.

Tifa felt his body break rhythm inside her slightly as she cried out in another blinding orgasm. A few more qui8ck thrust and Vincent was joining her in release. He moved his hand from her throat and collapsed on top of her in a push up position. The feel of his hot release inside her made Tifa moan and shudder, her body tightening around him again.

Vincent’s body shuddered above her and he jerked another thrust into her as he felt her tighten around him again. With a shaky chuckle, he eased himself from inside Tifa and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin on top of her head. They were still breathing heavily so neither felt the need to speak.

Vincent, first to regain his breathing, chuckled once more, running his hands through her hair. “I think it best we don’t shower together or we will never make it to Seventh Heaven.”

Tifa giggled and cuddled herself closer to him. He was right. Lately, every time they got in the shower together, their showers lasted anywhere from three to six hours. The last one had lasted almost nine hours. Her body had been soar for days afterwards until she had finally convinced Vincent to use a heal materia on her.

Vincent released Tifa from his arms and she stood at the foot of the bed, looking over the mess their clothes had made around the room. She smiled and kissed Vincent’s forehead before bouncing off to the bathroom for her shower. Vincent stood and made quick work of cleaning their room and making their bed. He then went about finding something else to wear as his shirt was ruined and his pants would need to be laundered before he could wear them again.

Tifa yawned and stepped in to the shower. She was dead tired. As if she had been awake for days on end. Which was unusual considering she had slept late the last two days and went to bed really early as well. Her hips jerked slightly as the soap burned the new wounds along her sides. She smiled and ran her hand tenderly down the length of those cuts. She had been shocked to find out exactly the kinds of things she wanted from her lover. Never would she have guessed those kinds of things excited her more. And she was even more glad she was with Vincent for this because Cloud didn’t look the type who could stomach the actions.

As she was washing her hair, she made a mental note to stop by the store and pick up some tampons on their way home. She didn’t want to start and not have anything available. She rinsed her hair and stepped out the shower, wrapping one of the plush red towels around her body before wrapping a smaller cream colored towel around her hair before leaving the bathroom.

Vincent was in the kitchen, grading some of the reports his students had turned in to him a couple days before. He and Tifa had halved the papers and were grading them. There were only a few left to do from where they had been distracted and found themselves in their bed.

Tifa quickly dressed, settling for khaki shorts that stopped a good five inches above her knees and a white shirt with a slight V neck. The shirt fit tight but she tossed on her black over-shirt and buttoned only the middle button. Tying the outfit together before leaving the room in search of Vincent.

Vincent looked up and did a mental stumble as he seen Tifa standing in the hall across from the kitchen. He still couldn’t get over how beautiful she was and the fact that she was his. All his.

Tifa too stopped as she took in the sight of Vincent. He was sitting at the island bar in the kitchen. His long legs, clad in fitted black leather pants that were tucked into calf high combat boots, could still reach the floor as he sat in one of the two bar stools. His deep crimson silk shirt was stark against his pale flesh but it brought the attention to his bright crimson eyes so that his eyes nearly glowed. His long black hair was unbound and flowed weightlessly over his shoulders and down his chest. Tifa knew the hair was thicker and heavier than it looked. She had run her hands through those soft strands so many times in the past few weeks.

“Ready when you are.” She said with a smile.

Vincent stood and put the papers away neatly before stepping in front of her and holding his arm out to her. She smiled and laced her arm under the crook of his elbow so that her palm rested on his wrist. He leaned over and pressed another tender kiss to the sensitive area just below her ear before raising his lips to whisper in her ear.

“You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you holding my arm.”

Tifa blushed at his compliment as his hot breath against her flesh sent shivers down her spine and made things low in her body tightened. The smirk on Vincent’s face when he pulled back let Tifa know he had caught her reactions. She reddened even more as they started for the door. The walk was in silence as he led down to the SUV.

He opened the door for her and before she released his arm she had come up with her come back.

“Hard to not be turned on every minute of the day when,” She released his arm and moved her hand between their bodies to cup him through the tight leather pants. “Your lover is always ready to go.”

Vincent gasped and gripped the car door for support as his body instantly hardened to her touch. He nodded his head to her, bowing out of the game in defeat. Tifa smiled and released him before climbing into the SUV. Vincent carefully closed the door and ran around the front of the SUV to his side. This was going to be an interesting adventure for the two of them. Also one of their trials. Could Tifa really deny Cloud? Or would she change her mind and decided to return home, leaving Vincent alone once again?